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(Daisuke's P.O.V)

2009…

I'll never forget it.

It was the year when those grisly murders started occurring in the outskirts of Odaiba.

Soon after the news was out to the whole world that it was the fault of a secret viral experiment conducted by the international pharmaceutical enterprise, Umbrella.

The virus broke out in Odaiba.

And hit the peaceful little town with a devastating blow crippling its very foundation.

Not taking any chances, the Prime Minister of Japan ordered a contingency plan-to sterilize Odaiba.

With the whole affair gone public, the Japan government ordered an indefinite suspension of business decree to Umbrella.

Soon its stock prices crashed and for all intents and purposes Umbrella was finished.

6 years have passed since that horrendous incident.

We received special training via secret organization working under the direct control of the Prime Minister. Naicho; the Naikaku Joho Chosashitsu (Cabinet Intelligence and Investigation Office), a Japanese version of the CIA. We were to assume the responsibility to protect the new Prime Minister's family.

V-mon and I each sat on one side of the back seat, resting our heads on our fists as our arms leaned on the backdoors. I was wearing a black 5.11 tight crew short sleeve shirt, blue jeans, a brown B3 leather bomber jacket, and black Meindl Perfomance GTX combat boots. I was also wearing a black nylon belt, a drop leg holster, fingerless rappelling gloves, a brown leather shoulder holster, although you couldn't see it because it was being covered by my bomber jacket, and I was sporting a variety of equipment and gear around my waist, such as a buttpack, double pistol mag pouches, navigational light, a rappel. My hair was still spiky, with all of the spikes being on the sides and back of my head, but now with one slightly larger spike covering my right eye.

V-mon and I looked ahead at the two Spanish police officers who were discussing.

"Raimundo, why am I the one who always gets the short end of the stick?" The driving police officer complained.

"Yo, who are you really? Come on and tell us…You're a long way from home, samurai. You have my sympathies." The other officer said, making me smirk.

"Guess that's a local's way of breaking the ice. Anyway, you know what this is all about. My assignment is to search for the Prime Minister's missing daughter and her partner."

"Right! All by yourself?"

"I'm sure you boys didn't just tag along so we could sing kumbaia together at some boy-scout bond-fire…Then again, maybe you did." I replied.

"Ha! You crazy Japanese. A direct order from the chief himself. I tell you, it's no picnic."

"We're counting on you guys." I said, making the police officers sigh.

A while later, the van stopped so that one of the officers could use the bathroom.

It was right before we were to take on our duties of protecting the Prime Minister's daughter and her Digimon when they were abducted. That's the ultimate reason we're in this lonely and rural part of Europe.

According to our Intelligence, there's reliable information about a sighting of a girl who looks very similar to the Prime Minister's daughter and even has the same partner. Apparently they're being withheld by some unidentified group of people. Who would've taught that our first job would've been a rescue mission?

"Ah! It's freezing! So cold all of a sudden." The officer said as he walked back to the van, when he halted, thinking he heard a noise. "Eh, must be my imagination." The officer said as he got back in the van. "Sorry it took so long."

And the van sped off once again.

Later, the van finally arrived at its location after crossing a small, wooden bridge.

"Just up ahead is the village." The driving officer said, pointing at the isolated village in the mist.

"We'll go and have a look around." I said, meaning V-mon and I.

"We'll stay and watch the car…Don't want to get any…parking tickets." One of the officers said.

"…Right...Parking tickets." V-mon and I replied as we got out of the van.

"Good luck."

"Geez, who are these guys?" I ask as I close the door of the van.

"Did you say something?" One of the police officers asks, but we just ignored him.


Yes, you read it correctly. Daisuke has gone emo. But only on hair style. Also this story and the next are going to be my favorite of the series to write, so I hope you all enjoy it and it would mean a lot to me if you review, please.